A Tanka: Beautiful Bond

My beautiful boy Into the eyes of his own Ground in profound love May their bond afford them strength Through life’s perpetual flux This week’s TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge is hosted by Willow. Willow prompts us to “[w]rite a syllabic poem on how a piece of music inspires you or what it says to you.” I choseContinue reading “A Tanka: Beautiful Bond”

Palm Tree Pecker

What tap-taps on the palm tree? It’s red head bobbing greedily Inside the tree a hole is pecked Within which hides treasured insects What shriek-shrieks assertively?Wanting a taste of the bounty The woodpecker is not deterred Ignoring the cries of the coveting bird dVerse Quadrille #212: What the What?  Lens-Artists Challenge #324: In the DetailsContinue reading “Palm Tree Pecker”

A Veteran

He dwelled in darkness Home from Vietnam The woop woop of helicopter blades Reverberated in his head Long after he was grounded Nightmares suppressed by intoxicants Unable to escape addiction From rock bottom  A shimmer of light A ray of hope He grabbed hold and pulled Out of despair Into the arms of his familyContinue reading “A Veteran”

Northern Harrier

I footed it up a steep mountain Towarding the rocky cliffs The bird highered and lowered In and out of view Soaring in its quest for prey I camera-shot from above and below All photos eighty-sixed But one W3 Prompt #131: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Melissa, prompts us to choose five words fromContinue reading “Northern Harrier”

An Eerie Hike

A hike through the Belly of the Dragon Promises an eerie experience The hiking partner takes it up a notch Speaking of earthquakes and falling rock  Bright sunshine awaits the other side Beautiful cliff faces turn ominous As hiking partner seeks out mountain lions dVerse Quadrille hosted by Lillian Terri’s Sunday Stills: The #Eerie WeeklyContinue reading “An Eerie Hike”

A Haibun: Chukar Partridge

A steep hike up a rocky cliff for a better view of the Great Salt Lake. Strange bird sounds heard in the distance. Where are they coming from? We climb rock after rock seeing nothing, until we are startled by a covey of Chukar rising from the underbrush. Chukar Partridgeswell hidden in the sagebrushmake anContinue reading “A Haibun: Chukar Partridge”

To an Old Friend

We needed not correspond every day Often weeks or months having slipped us by Distance and routines would get in the way Yet the bond felt strong between you and I When times were tough and our hopes were shattered Listening ears or shoulders to cry on In those rare moments we knew what mattered AContinue reading “To an Old Friend”